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Nicki French - Warning Lyrics

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Warning by Nicki French Who the hell is this callin me 12:47 in the night while I'm watchin a fight looking at the phone it's no name in sight blocked I.D knew something just wasn't right it's my girl kandi from out in Miami telling me that my man with some bitch in a camry carseat in the back like they started a family yo kan stop playin what the fuck is you sayin remember them chicks from the bricks round 9'6 that we seen when we hit the licks by the projects oh you mean leah little sister mariah I use to go see her in front of the pizzeria I didn't say them they skooled me to some bitch that you knew from back when some bitch named kim light skin slim use to rock a low brim followed them to the crib put the lights real dim they hit me on the chirp warning me now I'm warning you what's it gonna be nicki tell me what you wanna do damn ima have to send her to her maker (x3) ima send her to her maker ima send her to her maker they heard about his good sex and long erections nice complextions magnums for protection they even heard about his tongue game how the nigga gave brain aint stop till the cum came but that's words of hip hop I pop the bitch top like a corona call the corena there's gonna be a lot of black dresses and chest vestes if I find out he gotta next mrs. what you think all the goons are for 2 by the door a few more out in newyork and I feed em' curry chicken I'm all about my greens naw mean got some fat bitches in the kitchen I gotta spot like ox when we cook ox tail gotta scale for what's in the mail I got what ever on my nigga bail but if the nigga bail I'll have em' sleeping with some killer whales damn bitches wanna fuck with my man on the other hand things aint always what it plans it's the ones up in yo prom pictures salon with ya now they creep in ya man jeep I betcha nicki won't sleep cause I'm put the heat to ya beak you bird like tweet tweet and watch em' smoke like a ciggarette should've left the bitch a pack of nicorette leave all them foul bitches wet I give a fuck about you and ya bum crew mommy I'm the truth they salute when I come through I'm not running bitch I bust my gun and hold on I hear somebody comin.